[ The compliment leaves her blushing a little. Rogue can flirt until the cows come home, but give her a genuine compliment and she just doesn't know what to do with it. Accepting the glass with a smile, she breathes in the scent of the wine before taking a generous sip. It's lovely - Phil has pretty good taste. ] It reminds me of home, honestly. Holidays at the school were always like this, just with more superpowered teenagers trying to start food fights with the leftovers.
[ Those days before the war seem so far away now. Another lifetime entirely, where she'd spent the better part of the week prepping for the big dinner that often saw dozens of people flocking to the mansion. Former students, friends, even a few families who were wonderfully supportive of their mutant children. It had been her favorite time of year...
Her throat tightens a little and her eyes sting at the memory of all those people lying dead on the battlefield that had once been their home. A world destroyed by hate and mistrust, a world she'd tried to save until the very end. But the moment passes and though her smile wavers, she presses on, shaking off those shadows with more ease than she could have ever managed before joining this little team.
Where would she be now without them? Her life would still be full of hiding, always looking over her shoulder expecting someone to come to take her away. Instead, now she has something like a family, a feeling she's trying hard to accept at face value. The way they care about each other and about her has helped more than she could ever explain. The daily routine of mission briefings, working with Fitz and Simmons, training with May... All of it has done her a world of good. The days she feels like her old self are finally starting to outnumber the ones where she doesn't. ]
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[ Those days before the war seem so far away now. Another lifetime entirely, where she'd spent the better part of the week prepping for the big dinner that often saw dozens of people flocking to the mansion. Former students, friends, even a few families who were wonderfully supportive of their mutant children. It had been her favorite time of year...
Her throat tightens a little and her eyes sting at the memory of all those people lying dead on the battlefield that had once been their home. A world destroyed by hate and mistrust, a world she'd tried to save until the very end. But the moment passes and though her smile wavers, she presses on, shaking off those shadows with more ease than she could have ever managed before joining this little team.
Where would she be now without them? Her life would still be full of hiding, always looking over her shoulder expecting someone to come to take her away. Instead, now she has something like a family, a feeling she's trying hard to accept at face value. The way they care about each other and about her has helped more than she could ever explain. The daily routine of mission briefings, working with Fitz and Simmons, training with May... All of it has done her a world of good. The days she feels like her old self are finally starting to outnumber the ones where she doesn't. ]